Tir was laying on his bed, his limbs wrapped in velvet blankets. His long black hair was still wet from his morning bath. It had never been cut in his sixteen years of life, and so the bottms of the dark locks were off of the bed and touching the floor. Tir's crystal blue eyes only stared up at the cieling as he contemplated his so called fate.
"Good morning, Tir," Chaosin said at the doorway. Tir looked over at his handsome blond brother to see him smiling brilliantly as always. "The servants haven't come to pack your things yet?" Chaosin's voice was as deep as the Atlantic Ocean, and soothing to Tir's long, sharp ears.
Tir sat up and smiled. He was always happy to see his big brother. Chaosin and his father were the only people Tir saw on most occasions besides the slaves that tended to him, and he enjoyed there company. "I told them I would do it myself. A Cana should be strong enough to do things himself, right?"
Chaosin scratched his head. "I guess so, but most Canas would make the servants do it anyway!"
Tir giggled as he flipped the hair out of his pale and feminine face. "Well I'm not going to be like past dragon lords," he said. "I want to make a difference for our people."
His brother smiled as he came over to sit down next to him. "Little Brother, you are really something else."
"I'm not a dragon?!" Tir exclaimed.
Chaosin laughed. "No,no, thats not what I mean! Well, our grandmother was a nymph, and you do favor her much more than any body else besides dad, but you have the heart of a dragon-kin, no doubt about it." Chaosin's piercing green eyes scanned over his frail brother. "You still don't want to go, do you..."
"I'm scared, brother," Tir said as he leaned against Chaosin's side. "I've never been out of these castle walls. I don't know how to live!"
Chaosin's warm arms clasped around Tir's small frame gently as Tir rested his head across Chaosin's chest.
"Everything will be fine. That is why your teacher is going to live with you, to teach you the life of a Cana."
"Will you visit me?" Tir's voice shook as though he were holding back tears.
Chaosin chucked. "Of course! I can't live without my little brother!"
Tir giggled like a small child and cuddled up to his big brother more. "So, brother, do you know who my teacher is going to be? Do I know him?"
As he sighed, Chaosin gave a nod. "I soppose I should tell you. You might die of joy if we wait."
"Tell me, brother, tell me!" Tir sat up. "I want to know who I am going to spend five years of my life with!"
Chaosin smiled. "Well, as you know, the head senators thought it best that it be a slave with the necessary qualifications to actually teach you. So you can learn and be pampered at the same time. It wasn't easy to find someone. After awhile it became bluntly obvious who Father was going to choose."
"And! Tell me the name!"
"Calm down. His name is Grenkimo, of course, you used to call him GinGin if I remember correctly."
The name sent a paralyzing chill up Tir's spine. His eyes were wide with the shock of hearing his child companion's name.
After a few seconds of shock, Tir jumped up, grabbing his empty tunk and dragging it over to his cothing chest. Not even paying attention, he grabbed everything he could and started throwing it in all at once.
"Hey, woah, what are you doing!?"
Tir's voice was high pitched in hyperness. "Gren! Gren is waiting for me! We have to go now!"
Chaosin jumped up and walked over to his over joyed brother. "You aren't leaving till tomorrow!"
"No! Gren is waiting for me!"
"He can wait a little longer. What is another added day to the past eleven years?" Chaosin asked as the chuckled at the cuteness of Tir's lovesick condition.
Tir stopped, holding a brown satin shirt in his hands, and looked at Chaosin. "Every day...Is a day I spend in hell."
Chaosin stopped laughing and stared at his brother in confusion. Never had he seen Tir so serious before. "...I think you like that half elf slave a bit too much."
"Don't refer to him like that!" Tir growled. "He has a name!"
"Okay, Okay, just calm down!" Tir was starting to frighten Chaosin in this state of anger. Tir never raised his voice before, at least not to him.
Tir huffed a bit and then finally relaxed. "Sorry, Brother."
A smile slowly showed itself on Chaosin's pretty face. "Its alright. I know you miss him. He was with you since you were born until you were five. But it is odd you remember him so well."
Tir smiled. "Believe me, I tried to forget." He looked down at the pile of clothes in the trunk. "Can you help me fix this?"
"Sure."
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The next morning Tir was sitting in the carriage that was already setting of to his new home. It was all he could do to keep from fidgeting in excitement.
Tir's father, Risuko, sat opposite of him. Similarities between the two could definately be noticed. They both had the thick black hair and crystal blue eyes, though only Tir had the white pupils. But the differences were also bluntly noticable. There was an aura about Risuko that demanded respect. Tir did not have that aura. He was meek and timid, like a tiny animal trapped in a corner. Also there was the fact that Risuko had the red stripes on his face that all dragon-kin had, even Chaosin. Tir's weren't red. They were ebony black like his hair.
Risuko looked over at his youngest son and smiled. "You will be fine."
Tir's rabbit length ears perked up at the sound of his father's comforting words. "Do you really think so, Pappa?"
"Of course." Risuko never had much to say to anyone, but Tir always got an answer to any question he asked.
After a few more seconds the carriage stopped. The driver jumped down off his seat and opened the door for Tir.
Tir glanced at his father once more.
"Go on." Risuko said with a smile.
Tir timidly stepped out, squinting his eyes as his head was exposed to the bright sun. He stood by the carriage looking at the giant castle before him. It was even bigger than his former home!
Risuko spoke to him from his seat inside the carriage. "Your things are already in your room. Gren should be inside somewhere. Goodbye, son."
The driver then shut the door and climbed back up to his seat. Before Tir could say anything at all, the carriage was racing back home.
"...Goodbye...Pappa." Tir fidgeted before starting to walk toward the front door. When he opened it, he found the castle to be well lit and very clean. Tir stepped in and walked up to the main stairway, marble and beautifuly carved with many designs and symbols. This felt almost like a dream to Tir. His head spinned at all the new images and scents in the air. Then he remembered that Gren was somewhere in the castle waiting for him.
"Gren! Are you here!" Tir called out. after a few seconds his sensitive ears picked up someone running towards him from upstairs. He looked up at the head of the stairs just in time to see a tall tan man, Grenkimo, stop at the top step and stare at Tir with one bright green eye, the other eye covered by his golden hair.
"Master Tir!"
Gren seemed shocked to see the grown up Tir before him. He was probably expecting the small little boy that used to follow him everywhere. Instead was this frail teen with a feminine figure and a sense of magesty and serenity to him. Truth be told, Tir was shocked by the dramatic changes that had come to Gren as well. He was still blond and tan and he still hid his right eye behind his long hair and had the small scar on his left cheek, but the skinny short teenager Tir used to know had developed into a tall gorgeous twenty-six year old asian half elf.
"Gin...Gin..." Was all that could escape Tir's lips.
Suddenly Gren's face turned pink. "Young Master, I am sorry, I was not here to open the door for you!"
Tir giggled. Now he knew this was definatly the Gren he knew, even if the exterior did change. "Its alright," he said with a bright smile, "I'm just happy to see you!"
At that sentance Gren went from pink to scarlet red. He took a step to start walking down the steps, but his mind was too busy to take care of his motor skills. at one of the very last steps, his foot came down wrong, and he fell down right by Tir's feet.
Tir gasped "Oh no, Gren, are you okay!?"
Gren jumped up almost instantly. "I'm fine! no need to worry about me!" He gave a nervous laugh then looked as if he was beating himself up inside his head for being so clumsy.
"Are you sure?" Tir asked, very concerned, "Nothing hurts?"
"I am fine, Young Master Tir."
Tir pouted. "Thats too bad. I was hoping I could use my healing powers on you, but you aren't hurt at all."
Gren blushed again. He knew that Cana's healed things by kissing them "use your healing powers on me? H-Hold on, maybe I have something hurt..." Gren turned around and proceeded to poke himself in the eye. "GAH! MY EYE!" he turned back to Tir, now squinting and crying a bit. "Well, it seems my eye was hurt after all! damn dust must have got in it when I hit the floor! And I am only feeling effects just now because of aftershock!"
Tir, who was nieve enough to buy it, gasped again. "Poor eye!" He pulled Gren, who blushed more, down to his level. "keep it closed, okay!"
Gren closed his eye and waited. Tir then leaned in and kissed Gren's eyelid gently. a calming warmth went over all the pain, and then when it left, his eye was back to normal.
Gren opened his eye and stared at Tir yet again. "Thank you Young Master."
Tir smiled brightly again. "You're welcome GinGin!"
Gren sighed. "Please don't call me that"
"Why not?" Tir's head tilted as he batted his thick, long eyelashes confusedly.
"Its very childish"
"Oh! And I need to stop being childish to be a Cana!"
"exactly." Gren stood back up straight and smiled. "Since I'm your teacher, you also have to treat me with more respect when you did when you were a baby!"
"But you're also my slave, aren't you?" Tir scratched his head.
"Well, uhm, yes."
Tir held his forehead. "this is confusing!" As he sniffed the air he caught an odd scent. "Is something cooking? I think it might be burning."
Gren's eye went wide. "Oh dear lords, THE SOUP!" He then proceeded running down the hall.
Tir giggled and slowly followed his path down the hall. "Well, these five years will definatly be...entertaining. right Kittykins?" Tir pulled a cat eared doll out of his pocket and smiled at it. "I'm so glad we have Gren back..."
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